Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Estonia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dawn Penn to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Maurizio,
Danielle Patucci,
kango's stein massive,
The Buckinghams,
Marine Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
Faust,
Lalann,
E-Dancer,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxy Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
David McCallum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sound,
Deepchord,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
Magazine,
Yazoo,
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül,
Glambeats Corp.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barry Ungar,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
Boz Scaggs,
Howard Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
KRS-One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
R.M.O.,
The Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy Collins,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.